Monday, February 9, 2009

My Tryst With Education - Final Part

I realised something “The tryst with education” parts come to me only when I have a very crucial exam the next day. Its as if even my fate doesn’t want me to study. Anyway jokes apart as my last mid term examination in XIMB has finally approached I realized I have reached the “lasts” of not only my education life but of XIMB too. I would soon be going through all the “lasts” over here. I am already in my last month in campus. Tomorrow I would be giving my last midterm. Soon it would be time for the last end terms and final bills to be paid at mess, x-cafe etc. These are small things which you forget but what you would always remember are the last time you danced away to the tunes of some crazy songs played by C or 25 late in the night. You would remember when you step out of your room for the last time and look back at the empty room filled with memories but you wouldn't remember the last time a bunch of people crowded in your room and had fun. You would remember the last time you would have to attend one of the sinfully boring classes and jolly well celebrate it. You would remember the last time you got high and acted stupid but you wouldn’t remember the last time you ordered for something in the mess and then cribbed about the food and the service. You wouldn’t remember the last time you sat on the culvert or the stairs just for some chitchat. You wouldn’t remember the last time you sat in the mess and enjoyed and cheered for a game on TV. Hell! you wouldn’t remember the last JHABIER walk(if any) that you had. But you will always remember those people you went for these walks with.

Just as I think about all these lasts they take me back to beginning of it all. I would say it all began on Orkut. If you have been through any b-school then the first most important thing to do is look for a community of your batch on Orkut. Ironically the person who always starts this group never ends up joining coz he/she goes for greener pastures. So as soon as I got through XIMB I also joined one of these communities. These communities discuss everything- and by everything I really mean everything. Right from discussing about placements to what food is available in the mess –you will find long forum discussions and debates on them. I wouldn’t have been shocked if people started discussing the color of their “convo” robe. You all have already formed a bond. You are apprehensive and excited about the next two years.

Finally you reach campus and start giving faces to the names you have been seeing and chatting with for the last few months. In my case I was a bit apprehensive whether I would make good friends in campus or not since I wasn’t from the common engineering background and being a fresher (yes guys I know it sounds preposterous) I had talked about this with my mom who thought she should take matters in her hands for her little girl. She went out of her way to talk to a few of my classmates in the bank(where we roam around for the thing called loan) and actually tried to introduce me to a few of them just so that she can help her timid little introvert daughter make friends. Hey!! Not my fault that my mom has got me all wrong.

Slowly we move into the first term. The beginning of all firsts. First class, first “Interaction” sessions, first party, first quiz and then first exam. It all came and went away at the blink of an eye. One of the few things I remembered is the first time I had a presentation in this college. I had two of them in one day. Being the true XIMBians that we were JIT was our mantra. But I do remember how all our group members had actually spent a sleepless night rehearsing for our presentations. Now when I look at us in Term VI, I can’t help but notice the stark difference. We present even if we don’t know what is there in the slides. We confidently read out the slides as if we have done a Phd on the topic when on many occasions we hear it for the first time right before our presentations. We even manage to sleep in between the presentation if it goes beyond us. And boy the way we tackle questions (even if they have been confidently planted) is just awe-inspiring. I guess that’s what two years in XIMB does to you. You are confident to handle any topic on earth and given a chance you can always link it to any strategy anywhere.

Our first mega event in college – Xpressions. You wouldn’t know the magnanimity of it unless you see it. It teaches you what no classroom can teach you. It teaches you how to manage without sleep for 3-4 days in a row. It teaches you how to slog it off in the day time and even then manage to party all night in the JLTs. In true sense it is work hard and party harder. At this point the studies take a back seat and your grades hit the recession but you are not bothered coz you are busy designing a game which would kick b***s of other b-schoolers. You learn how to manage good sleep in classrooms and it is then that your real creativity in sleeping tactics comes out in open. If you have managed to survive an entire class without getting caught you are the talk of the day. Needless to say after the event ends things get back to normal. But there are somethings that still remain – your ability to stay awake all night and then your courage to sleep in the class right under the proff’s nose.

Our only practical teaching in a B-school – the 4 Ps you need to see and survive to come out of it all alive. People, Positions, Power and finally the bond between the three Politics. Well I can safely say been there, seen it and even done it. And by God’s grace survived them unscathed. You wouldn’t remember the last of your batchmeets’ that you might have but you would always remember the once where you stood united to face opposition or your fears. You would always remember those batchmeets were you decided to be one or meets were you parted as sworn enemies.

Slowly without realizing the time has passed by and your first year in college has somehow come to an end. You don’t realize it and during your summer internship you start cribbing for the things you cribbed about in campus. Those two months aren’t there to teach you anything about corporate life. They are just there to make you realize what you had for the last one year and how it was nothing less than heaven. You start missing it all - the midnight mess, the stairs, your hostel room doesn’t seem so small to you anymore and especially you miss the fact that you cant see those familiar faces you had so got used to seeing for the last few months.

Once you are back in campus you are all rearing to go. You have new hopes for yourselves like. “This time I am going to study, since I wouldn’t have to study those core papers which I hated last year. I have the choice of electives this time and I am going to make the best use of it.” Within first two weeks you have realized half of your papers are a mistake and that becomes a reason enough for you to replace your studying plans with CS, NFS and XSYS(strictly for movies and serials). You have found a new thing to crib about in your second year – the electives. So you do it to your heart’s fullest and swear by all the lords that you would select papers smartly next term. Irony of course that the next term you keep looking for never comes.

And as the curtain has started falling on our show in XIMB I realized a few things. I would never again have 60 odd people accompanying me to the theatre. I would never see a bunch of crazy people fighting for something they felt passionately about. I will never again be called PGP -1s or PGP- 2s.I will never see those status messages like “Food from home on share @....”and I will never again be able to decode status messages poking fun or insulting people. I will not get the chance to open my stu mail and see batch mails making fun of people or discussing serious issues. Though my midnight binge for food would be answered but my wish for a late night gossip would be left unattained.

Lastly, I realized how important it was for us to always enter the mess or walk by the hostel/ acad block corridors and see a known face smiling back at us. I realized I would never find a place as big as this and call it my home. The song from the old TV series Cheers come back to my mind now,

Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows your name, And they're always glad you came; You want to be where you can see, Your troubles are all the same; You want to be where everybody knows your name.

Thanks to all my friends who made my two years over here the most memorable ones ever.

16 comments:

nice one ritu..... in fact u can put it up in pagalguy forum as "2 years in XIMB"... just like "a day in XIMB" is popular,this may also become... anywayz u summed it up very well... all the best for your life ahead and keep blogging...and do let me know when u update it...but that introvert thing in this post was a little tough to digest :P

A very beautifully quaint post. Could almost see a sepia toned flash playing in the background showcasing the moments that u have written about.Especially loved the lines "Those two months aren’t there to teach you anything about corporate life. They are just there to make you realize what you had for the last one year.." So True ! To think of it we wont have any Back-to-XIMB thingy to look forward to, after a couple of months at work.

P.S : Honestly , u should stop cribbing about the IHRM course syllabus if u could manage to write a post of such quality and quantity on the eve of its exam ! :D

well hun..all my posts r always before the exams ..so they are a constant to all my xams..as if i need to do write a post inorder to do well in the xam :P but thanks hun..n i kno ..i m getting that same feeling..this time wen we leave..we leave for good..no coming back

I agree with Akil...it threw in my face the stark reality about the "Lasts of everything" we are facing right now and all that we have faced during the past two years...it described my tryst with education at XIMB as much as it did urs...eagerly awaited and well justified it was a beautifully written post. its been a pleasure reading ur blog. do keep me updated on it. Best wishes for your future.

People will come and go.. but one thing that remains constant is the way of life at XIMB.Love it hate it.. but surely you would and could never have ignored it... It brings that change in you, a change for good... and at the end of it you have a bundle of memories which would make your mind wander off even as you sit in your office cublicle doing some mundane weekly deliverable....

Ritu, you writings have brought back all those good, very good, great, bad, worse and worst meomories of my stay at XIMB.....

Straight from heart.. :)and to our hearts.. this post is really wats goin on in all our minds now.. Yes, we are fortunate to realize that we are actually having a good time when we are. Normally the realization that we are Njoying come after we are done with it. We had a blast here !! and you have portrayed it in a beautiful manner :)

Love the blog Ritu .. i guess this blog unites in spirit all the ppl who have ever been a part of the XIMB family. And i agree with Dube here when he says :"Love it hate it.. but surely you would and could never have ignored it... It brings that change in you, a change for good... and at the end of it you have a bundle of memories which would make your mind wander off even as you sit in your office cublicle doing some mundane weekly deliverable...."

@ Sudeep : Thanks Debbie..you couldnt have said it better.. As it is zi am such a nostalgic person I will spend half of my time thinking about these days.. I loved your few lines as Ruchika said..truly u cant ignore this place that made you what you are today..

@ Soumik: Couldn't have agreed with ou more. At least we acknowledged the fact that no matter how much we crib about this place in our hearts it means a lot more....Thanks for ur lovel comment..

@ Ruchika : Hey dear, thanks a lot..even i loved the lines by Debiie...n truly we all are after all part of XIMB..we are bound to feel the same..

See didn't I tell u that these two years would be the best years of your life. Wouldnt you tell others that B School life is cool and everyone should go to a B School for the fun...Would you tell anyone that its painful and you have to study hard and there is a constant fear of flunking..Now you can tell Ma that I didnt misguide you when I had told that B School is all fun and enjoyment.

Hmm .. really difficult to write nethin on ur blog.. since amost same feelings here too ...and seriously, the blog is too good to comment upon ... bt yes, two things that have struck me -- 1)certainly u r not introvert, as Ankit has already pointed out ... 2) indeed rooms look quite large in comparison to wht it looked for the first time ...

u knw, in some ways, one of the few faces i came across for the first time in XIMB is you, in bank .. i remember u talkin to some other XIMB gal, surprised that she too took admission here .. mayb she was in your GD group or so .. who is she boss ... and yes, i also remember S (following ur naming convention) telling that u can be god mother if u wish, noticing they way u were orderin the bday guy in one bda celebration ... thts the power of ur presence u c ... after a few days when out of campus, ur blogs would be even more imp .. keep us posted ...

this last thing is petty bad ... hope things last lot longer than their last schedules .... all the best boss in ur life ...

Went thru three of ur writings...U should become an author...I would be your agent fr free....!!!! Jokes apart u really inspired me into this blogging stuff...though I wish I could be as expressive as u are..u almost defnitely ring a bell in the hearts of ur readers.....